I seriously had no intention or interest in natural childbirth. It's a preference, and my migraines have taught me that I prefer to not be in pain if I can help it. Not that migraines and childbirth are comparable, but whatever. Obviously, since I was READY to be induced I have no problem with medical interventions during pregnancy (except c-sections, but that's mostly because I don't want to go through that recovery!) Well, I survived one. Barely ;)
So, once again the medication that was supposed to prep my cervix started my labor. One dose this time, which I was curious about how that would play out...I'd had 2 doses last time before labor started. Once things started, they went FAST! NO ONE was ready for it!
Micah was born right around 6 hours after I got one dose of the cytotek stuff. I told that to one of the nurses on the recovery floor and her mouth kind of dropped open. I was 4 cm just before 2:00, then I went from 7 cm to having a baby in under 30 minutes. No wonder the doctor didn't make it! My DOULA barely made it in time! I think there were only 4 nurses in the room when Micah actually came. The bed didn't even get broken down, I didn't use the stirrups, I was laying on my side pushing (even though they told me to wait) and then they finally let me roll on my back and push him out.
The poor nurses were REALLY trying to get me to wait until the doctor got there to push Micah out. Later this bugged me, because if I had to wait for the doctor why couldn't they give me the epidural? Once I got to 10 cm there "wasn't time for it to take effect"...but we still had to wait. Let me tell you, once I realized it hurt LESS to push than to breathe through those damn contractions, there was no stopping me. A nurse "caught" Isaiah. An older lady that had never had to catch a baby before...poor thing!
And apparently when I was saying things in my head (like "screw this I'm pushing anyway") it was NOT really in my head. Oh well.
Once Micah was born they took him over to the table to check him out. I didn't get him on my belly right away like I did with Isaiah which totally freaked me out at the time because I thought something was wrong. Now I'm disappointed but we figured since there was no doctor to be in charge the nurses really wanted to make sure the baby was okay. I can't blame them for that.
Anyway, the doctor eventually got there, I think I said "thanks for coming" or something silly. I birthed the placenta which strangely felt a lot rounder than I imagined (I guess I thought it would be more like a deflated balloon?) and then got a couple stitches. Thankfully I didn't tear too badly even though there was no one "down there" trying try to keep that from happening.
I never did get the antibiotics for being strep B positive. I guess it wouldn't have mattered anyway because you need them a few hours before the baby's born. They assume he's fine since my water broke right before he came out so he didn't spend a lot of time in the nirth canal, but it's still kind of nerve wracking.
I feel like this is all over the place, not a coherent story.
Anyway, we're home now! I'm so relieved to be back. I need to try to get the little one to eat something because he hasn't had much. OHMYGOSH my boobs huuuuuuurt. I think he's starting to wake up, so we may try to get some eating done.
